This story is dedicated to Ireland Maslow, some of you probably know who she is or at least seen her stories floating around. I highly recommend you go check out some of her writing. I decided to dedicate this to her because today, Feb. 22, marks 3 years that she's been apart of this wonderful website! Happy 3 years, baby girl!
Disclaimer: Only doing one, so listen up. I don't own anything other than the plot and any OCs who show up throughout the story.
I bounced my knee as I waited for the teacher to pass out the results from yesterday's test. I was in the back of the class which made it feel like forever before he got to me. Finally Mr. Willis got to me and placed my test on the desk. I took a deep breath and flipped the paper over. I slumped down in my seat farther with a silent groan. Another bad grade. If this kept up I would be kicked off the hockey team. I couldn't believe this. Logan had spent the entire weekend at my house helping me with math. All that work for a D minus? How is that possible? I did so good all weekend with Logan.
"Some of you did exceptional while other are one step away from summer school." Mr. Willis said, looking directly at me when he said the last part. I looked down at the paper again. Mr. Willis went on talking, starting his lesson for the day. Logan, who was sitting to my right, quietly got me attention. He pointed at the paper on my desk and I moved it so that he could see the score I got. He looked confused and disappointed. I tried to pay as much attention to the lesson as I could. I had to get caught up. Maybe Mr. Willis could give me extra credit. My mom was threatening to take my car away if I fail this class and I was about to be kicked off the hockey team. To top it off, my dad had planned for the two of us to take a trip this July for my birthday, but if I don't get my grade up, he's going to cancel it. I know that all seems like spoiled rich kid problems, except for the hockey team, but it was really stressing me out.
The bell rang and everyone began gathering their stuff.
"Mr. Diamond, I need to speak to you." Mr. Willis stopped me. I picked up my stuff and walked up to his desk where he was sitting. He waited until everyone was out of the room before he spoke. "You're grade has been dropping drastically. Is something bothering you? Distracting you? Is the work too hard for you?" I sighed and stared off to the side for a long moment before looking back at him.
"I don't know, I spent the entire weekend with Logan tutoring me. We literally did nothing but study." I explained, feeling even more frustrated. Mr. Willis grabbed a piece of paper and quickly wrote down something before standing up.
"Tell you what, let me give it a try. Come by my house this weekend and I'll see if I can help you. I really don't want to see you fail, you have a lot of potential. Get your parent's permission tonight and let me know tomorrow what the plan is." I stared down at the address written on the paper. I wasn't sure why but I had a weird feeling about this. Teachers normally offered to meet at the library or something, not their own home. Weird or not, I have to pass.
"Alright, thanks," I said before walking toward the door.
"Hit those books tonight," he called as I left the room. I stood outside the door for a moment, thinking about how weird that was. I brushed it off and hurried to my locker to get what I needed for my next class. I managed to make it just before the bell rang.
"Mom! I'm home!" I called as I walked into the house. I didn't receive a reply. I dropped my bag next to the door and walked into the kitchen. My mom's home office was right off the kitchen and I could hear her talking. I looked toward her open office door and saw her sitting at her desk. She smiled and gave a small wave, I just smiled back as I opened the fridge. I started getting the stuff to make a sandwich.
"I don't care what you think! You either got that order shipped or you can start looking for another job!" I heard my mom yell into the phone before she hung up. My mom was pretty tough when it came to the people who worked for her. Then again, she was tough on everyone. "Hi, sweetie, how was school?" She asked as she walked into the kitchen, her high heels clicking on the tile floor.
"It was okay," I said, feeling nervous. "Mom, I need to talk to you about something." She sighed heavily and looked directly into my eyes.
"You failed another test, didn't you?" She asked, putting one hand on her hip.
"I got a D minus," I said, bracing myself.
"James, I warned you about what would happen if you keep getting these grades! I want you to be able to go to a good school and learn all there is to know about business so that I can pass the Diamond Industry down to you. I need you to be prepared for it." She began giving me the same lecture I heard a thousand times. I didn't really want to take over her business, but she was dead set on it happening. I wanted to sing, act or model.
"Mr. Willis offered to help me this weekend. He wants me to come to his house to study." I told her, pulling the folded paper out of my back pocket. She looked over the paper before looking back at me.
"At his house? Isn't that against school policy or something? Shouldn't all teacher/student tutoring happening on school grounds?" She questioned and I shrugged, moving my plate to the island before sitting in one of the tall chairs.
"I guess teachers don't want to be at the school on the weekends either." I said before taking a bit of my sandwich. She thought for a long time before sighing.
"Alright, if it means you pass, I'm willing to try anything. But you keep your cell phone with you and call if anything happens." She said before walking back to her office. I don't get why she was so worried. He's a teacher. He's dedicated his life to educating kids, he's just doing his job. It's not like he would do anything bad to me, right? I pushed the whole thing to the back of my mind and finished my sandwich. No matter what, I had to pass. I would just have to put a lot of things on hold until I get this down. Everything good comes from hard work, right?
"Oh, James, Craig is coming over for dinner around six. Please shower and put on some good clothes." Mom said before disappearing back into her office. Craig is my mom's new boyfriend. He was okay, I guess. I hadn't been around him enough to know. All I know is he's some big CEO. I wasn't too crazy about getting to know my mom's latest fling. They never lasted long anyway.
I finished my sandwich and put my plate in the sink. I grabbed a bottle of water before making my way to the stairs in the livingroom to head to my room. It wouldn't take long for me to shower and change so I just collapsed on the bed. I checked my phone and saw I had a text from Logan.
Do you want to hang out tonight and study some more? -Logan. I hit reply.
Can't tonight. Mom's bf is comin' over for dinner. -James. I hit reply and then stared at my ceiling which was covered in mirrors. My mom designed the house and had it built. I was thirteen at the time and thought it would be cool to have a mirror ceiling. To be honest, I still found it pretty cool. My phone buzzed on my stomach and I checked the text.
How about this weekend? -Logan. The guys knew how I felt about my mom dating, so they never asked too many questions.
Mr. Willis offered for me to come over so he can tutor me. -James. I stood up off the bed and went to open my balcony doors. Everyone was so impressed with our house since there weren't any like it in this area. The property Mom bought to build the new house was a large meadow on the edge of town. We still had neighbors and everything though. My mom liked being a step ahead of everyone else. I walked back to my bed and checked the new text from Logan.
Wait! You're going to his house? -Logan. I didn't feel like dealing with that from another person today. I would just answer later. I went to my walk in closet, grabbed my black jeans and pale pink button up shirt before going to the bathroom. I really hope this night goes fast.
I quiet ate my food while Craig and Mom talked. I wasn't too interested in hearing about how his business was doing.
"So, James, your mom tells me your on the hockey team at school." Craig said, smiling at me.
"That's right, I've been playing hockey since I was a Mini-Mite." I answered before taking another bite of chicken.
"Mini-Mite?" He questioned.
"That's the name for young kids hockey. I was five when I started." I told him, he made an 'oh' face. I went through the same thing with all her boyfriends. She had only dated one guy who knew anything about hockey. Most were into other sports like basketball and football. Both are great sports too. Mom and Craig got off on another subject which I was happy about. I went back to eating quietly, waiting for this night to end. I figured that after dinner I could leave. They were going to watch a movie and I could make some lame excuse about allowing them alone time. I really needed to study anyway.
After dinner was done, I offered to clean up so they could start their movie. I started doing the dishes which wouldn't take too long. My mom ordered food from a restaurant in town. She was a good cook but she prefered not to do it. I got the dishwasher loaded and started I left to go to my room.
"Oh, do you want to watch the movie with us?" Mom asked from the couch. She had her head on Craig's chest and he had his arms around her.
"Thanks, but I have a lot of studying and homework I have to get done." I told them.
"Alright, sweetie," Mom said before turning back to the movie. I headed up the stairs and to my room. I went to my closet and changed into my black and blue plaid pj pants and an oversized black hoodie that said Minnesota on it in white letters. I grabbed my school bag and got all my stuff out. I laid down on my king sized bed on my stomach and began working on my homework.
I just want to point a couple things out real quick. First, this will be a Kames story later on. Now, I AM a guy, but I am not gay. I do write and read slash/yaoi stories but I'm as straight as a board. Second, this story does contain rape, but I just want to say something because I dealt with this from my other story. I'm not "chipper" to write rape scenes. If you read Ireland Maslow's story It's Not My Fault, then you should know that I'm that Luke. You also probably remember that my biological dad is in prison for raping and murdering a 17-year-old girl, and for the death of my 2 year brother. I'm nothing like my dad, so don't even start it. I wouldn't even hold a girl's hand unless she was okay with it.
I hoped you liked this, and show some love for my girl, Ireland. :)